Whose are these?
They are not mine,
They must come from some other time,
Some other place, long ago
I watched their water drawn from snow
These eyes that wince
Not of my face,
They grasp memories I dare not trace
These eyes that cry,
Songs I don’t know
And yet their tune so broke this flow
I stole them from your daughter!
I stole them from your mother!
These hands of the lost child,
Their dreams remain defiled,
Their dreams remain defiled
Their dreams remain